A Change Of Key
Lynn White
We were in perfect harmony;
matching our moves
perfectly in tune
singing like angels
straight out of Paradise.
But all it took was a change of key
for us to fall out of step.
Just a few notes at first –
soft as snowflakes
and no damage done.
The angels caught them before they fell.
Then one crashed.
We floundered.
A discord is always a shock,
more so when it follows a melody.
Soon they came pouring down –
cascades of discords
sharp as hailstones.
And now we are falling,
deserted by the angels,
out of step
off key
tuneless
finished
separated
by discord;
our past melodies gone.